Sexy Little Liar by Noire

Author:Noire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2012-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

It took a good minute to get everything calmed down, but shit was always jumping off at a strip club and the management at Club Lick ’Em was quick to restore order and get their clients back to pinching titties, buying drinks, and shooting off during lap dances.

“Yo, I coulda sworn you was her! I swear to God you look just like her,” Gutta muttered over and over to the stripper he had assaulted up on the stage. He had a big bruise from getting busted upside his head in the fight, but he’d sent three bouncers crawling off the stage covered in blood too. If it hadn’t been for Barron sliding the club’s owner some big loot to cover the damage that had been caused, wasn’t no telling how the night would have ended.

“You really do look like her,” Barron told the girl who sat across from him in the red-feathered thong. They were drinking in a back room with the chick and one of her funny-looking girlfriends, and both of them said they worked at a strip club in Philly. “I mean, just like her.”

It was true, but even though the girl, who told them her name was Dy-Nasty, had the same pretty face and stacked body as Mink’s, there was something a little different about her too. Barron checked her out while she talked to Gutta. This girl looked harder than Mink. Tougher. Her fingernails were broken off and every one of her toes had either a bunion, a corn, or a callus sitting on top of it. Mink was definitely a rat from the projects, but this beautiful chick right here was a ’rilla from the zoo. She had some crust on her that wasn’t on Mink, Barron had to admit. Some kind of hard-knock grime that looked like it would never wash off.

“Hey, lemme ask you something,” Barron said as he stared at Dy-Nasty. He’d been steady looking her up, down, and sideways, with his mind racing crazily a million miles a minute, and when the light bulb finally went off in his head the glass shards rocked him like an explosion. Nah, it couldn’t be, Barron told himself. Hell fuckin’ no! It just couldn’t be!

“Yo, you ever been to Texas?” he blurted out.

Dy-Nasty turned away from Gutta, then frowned and gave him the dumb-ass look. “No. Why?”

Barron shook his head quickly. “Nah, no reason. I’m just asking.” He paused for a few seconds, then went in at her again. “You ever heard of a girl named Sable Dominion?”

Dy-Nasty’s hand trembled and her drink spilled over the edge of her glass. She glanced at her funny-looking girlfriend real quick, then stared hard at Barron.

“Yo, who the hell is you? You got a badge up under that Polo or what?”

“Nah,” Barron said, “I ain’t got no badge, but I do have some DNA results back at my crib. What you know about that?”

Barron had asked a loaded question and he damn sure got a booming answer. He couldn’t believe what the fuck came out of Dy-Nasty’s mouth.

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